There is a consistent thread in a lot of posts I’ve read this week, on Twitter, on Instagram and in some blog posts. A lot of creative people have trouble creating.
Anxiety has been part of my life since the Coronavirus was no longer just a virus that dwelled in a faraway country. I’m one of those at-risk people, so that made it extra scary.
Yet, I’ve kept creating, throughout the past months. some of it published, like the mini journal.
There is a difference though. When I write a poem, I write it to centre myself. Art journal play calms me down like nothing else.
Writing a blog post is an act of self-care.
And sitting here, writing these words, it heals me, it grounds me. It connects me to who I am.
One thing I have stopped doing, though, is working on long-form things like my novel.
It just is too much. I like my creativity bite-sized.
I am editing blog posts and short fiction still, and poetry, in fact, I’ve ordered a proof copy of that collection!
But a novel is just too far-fetched. The will do edit it will come again, I have no doubt.
As long as I keep creating, I’m fine.